The Top Dog – Part 2 Lust (The Seven Deadly Kins #2) Read Online Tiana Laveen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Seven Deadly Kins Series by Tiana Laveen
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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
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With a nod, he did as she asked while another blues song played. Once it was all done, he handed her his credit card, also in the name of a Mr. Williams. It was interesting the crazy things you could learn to do by being a Wilde grandchild… Grandpa’s little tips of the trade come in handy every now and again, and the things I learned back in the day to cover my tracks after a kill are useful, too.

She offered him a silver key.

“Here’s the key to lot number fifty-two, Mr. Williams. Your rental is for two days, per the paperwork. Should you need an additional twenty-four hours, you can just call us and we’ll charge your card on file accordingly. Any more than that and you’ll need to return the vehicle, and sign an extended contact for re-rental, along with paying an additional fee.”

“Yes ma’am, understood. My truck is parked back this way,” He pointed to the front door. “Is it okay if I return to get my truck in an hour or two?”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. Just make sure you pick it up before we close today, or it’ll be locked inside. We close promptly at five P.M.”

“That’s plenty of time. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

They parted ways and he made his way to parking spot fifty-two, finding the bulldozer parked next to several others—all pristine, clean and in a row. Pulling a pair of surgical gloves out of his pocket, he slipped them on. He could barely curb his enthusiasm as he hopped in the correct machine, started it up, and felt the rumble and shake from the powerful piece of machinery. He hadn’t been on a bulldozer in years, and he kind of missed it.

Off he went from the lot then, tossing a glance at his parked truck as he made his way onto the street. According to his calculations, the place he needed to be was about twelve minutes away. That was why he’d specifically picked this rental place. It was closest to the sweet spot. Before he arrived at his destination, he pulled over to the side and opened his duffle bag. Time to get to work.

He pulled out a can of temporary hair dye spray and covered the machine in dark brown spots, strategically placed all over the bulldozer, creating simulated stains that resembled rust and corrosion. Some stains were big, others small. Then, he pulled out two sizable pieces of tire tread, cut them into smaller sections with a Steelman tire knife, and placed them on the bulldozer tires, adhering them with tire glue and vehicle cement to create confusion regarding the tread pattern of the vehicle. Junkyards were amazing for that sort of thing. Tires of all sorts. Most of them flat. He then reached back into his bag and put on a bright green jacket, as well as his sunglasses.

He tucked his necklace into his shirt, and switched hats, plopping an old, beat-up baseball cap on his head with the logo of a team everyone knew he hated: The Dodgers. It was amazing what you could find at thrift shops in the wee hours of the morning. The best fifty-nine cents he’d ever spent.

Getting back onto the bulldozer, he drove to his destination. It was still fairly early in the day, and not everyone was out and about. Wasn’t much traffic, either. Rather quiet, in fact. He drove up to the address he planned to party at, and sure as shit, he spotted what he was looking for…

A white Mitsubishi Eclipse, parked in the driveway of a modest brick house with blue curtains in the windows. You’re some big-time local rapper, huh? Well, I’ve got a rap song for you, too… He parked onto the street near the driveway, then turned the bulldozer off. Getting out of the machine, he checked the license plate on the car. Yup. It’s the right one.

He got back into the Cat C27 844 Model Dozer, fired it up, and pulled up to the Mitsubishi like a man about to fuck his favorite whore. He idled behind it for a few seconds, his adrenaline rush intoxicating, then put it in drive and crushed the damn car like a sardine can, rolling over it with the greatest of ease. A loud crunching, smashing noise ensued. The perfect lyrics to the perfect song. The perfect revenge, to a night gone wrong.

Glass shattered and tires were popping like corn kernels in high heat. He jerked the bulldozer in reverse and repeated the process. What a thrill! His face felt tight with a manic grin as elation flowed through him like the very blood in his veins. He kicked it in reverse once again as he heard nearby doors opening and witnessed a couple of people gawking from partially drawn windows.


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